Acne

I hear them talking People walking and stalking Looking at my chest Rosacea on my cheeks Eczema on my knees I'm itching Skin creeping Social anxiety, knees weakened Skin graft, could delete it Memories of you in different seasons I love my acne scars There's no reason Get hemorrhoids, bulky I see steroids No shit I need retinoids Don't tell me the scars on my chest Won't get me boys No queen wants to care for a peasant Even if he a pretty boy The dots on my shoulders represent The stresses, that came with All boys, the same Yet act like they got no clue The mental strain Their words stick to your brain like glue Belittle me, I’ll leave you bruised 4 10 mean nothing, when left blue 90 pound nothing, honestly Fighting never a muse Why I paint and sip Now that's a mood Bow wow, outta my system No I’m not a fucking burn victim Bow down, rose I’m sipping Everyone say they love my art But no pay downs They will regret, what they left unsaid When I’m burnt, part of the ground Look around Scars, stretch marks Think before you make a remark On someones body We all love a bart Aicarumba man, like Nokia said You can go and suck my dick Judge me then, may forgive forget But forever rest in my head Those cells are dead Renewed, with you out of view When I thought I was better off dead Skin routine Skin looking mean Better looking than when 17 Remember he said wait until you’re 20 You’ll reach a 10 Looks whose clingy get off me Quarantine, self loving me While blasting old Gwen I found my zen Within me Gotta love me because I live within me I hear them talking People walking and stalking Looking at my chest Rosacea on my cheeks Eczema on my knees I'm itching Skin creeping Social anxiety, knees weakened Skin graft, could delete it Memories of you in different seasons I love my acne scars, there's no reason Try hard Get hemorrhoids, bulky I see steroids No shit I need retinoids Don't tell me the scars on my chest Won't get me boys No queen wants to care for a peasant Even if he a pretty boy The dots on my shoulders represent The stresses, that came with All boys, the same Yet act like they got no clue The mental strain Their words stick to your brain like glue Belittle me, I’ll leave you bruised 4 10 mean nothing, when left blue 90 pound nothing, honestly Fighting never a muse Why I paint and sip Now that's a mood Bow wow, outta my system No I’m not a fucking burn victim Bow down, rose I’m sipping Everyone say they love my art But no pay downs They will regret, what they left unsaid When I’m burnt, part of the ground Look around Scars, stretch marks Think before you make a remark On someones body We all love a bart